[As an aside, to Tarantula:] "Probably", he says...
[Tarantula appears unphased.]
Egon, I think everything about this little situation can be neatly labeled as "real bad" at the least.
[Venkman groans, and sits down on the edge of the bed beside Ray. He leans forward and puts his head in his hands- Tarantula hops free of his arms and lands squarely on Ray's chest.]
What're we gonna do, Egon? You've- you've gotta have some idea in that big brain of yours, right?
[His voice is a little shakier than he likes, and he tries to steady it- and himself.]
Sure, this is- another dimension's rules we're playin' by, but- there's gotta be something.
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[Tarantula appears unphased.]
Egon, I think everything about this little situation can be neatly labeled as "real bad" at the least.
[Venkman groans, and sits down on the edge of the bed beside Ray. He leans forward and puts his head in his hands- Tarantula hops free of his arms and lands squarely on Ray's chest.]
What're we gonna do, Egon? You've- you've gotta have some idea in that big brain of yours, right?
[His voice is a little shakier than he likes, and he tries to steady it- and himself.]
Sure, this is- another dimension's rules we're playin' by, but- there's gotta be something.